16. Aug, 2014

Opening Line

There are moments whereas I am terrified to look in my eyes.
The reflection is a shadow I do not recognise!
The smell is unfamiliar to me!
The taste is bitter to me!
The skin is so brittle and hard!
The things hoped for are a blaze!
The future planned is a miss!
The dream created is a mere over sight!
The ambition derails!
The strength stolen!
The faith forgotten!
The generations grieve!
The foundations are famished!
The civilisation is corrupted!
The youths yearn!
The outcries overflow!
How they wonder?
How I miss her so;
How they forget so easily?

She was never gone!

Jasmine Cannon-Ikurusi